Depression

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Tue, 11/29/2016 - 06:47

In deep darkness; my quiet place
A sloggish rest, a somber face
Pursuing peace in darkest hour
Bitter at this life so sour
A breach of joy this time has been
A time of sorrow prone to sin
A time for me to stunt or grow
Sorrow I reap when tears I sow
A haze, a fog, a blinded spree
Misty unrest is all I see
I wallow in this filthy maize
I cry alone; sorrow for days
A finger reaches to my eye
Tears are wiped, my eyes are now dry
I thank my friend who's comfort prone
For through their love I now am shown
That I can walk and find my rest
To have a friend is to be blest

Author's age when written
18
Genre
Poetry
Tags
Depression
Notes

Just addressing a subject that has long been fascinating to me. :)

Comments

Madalyn Clare

Wed, 11/30/2016 - 02:42

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"Sorrow I reap when tears I sow"... beautiful and deep line! This is an amazing poem! I love it and the meter is perfect! Sorry, for these past few weeks I've loved to get technical about poetry... never mind. Anyway, I love this!

Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!

Lucy Anne

Wed, 12/07/2016 - 18:26

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Damaris, read this awhile ago and finally commented now.
Your rhythm has improved so much! This had a rocking flow.
I loved especially these parts:
A time of sorrow prone to sin
A time for me to stunt or grow

Misty unrest is all I see -"misty unrest"

and I love how in a few words you brought in the fact that it's important to have a friend and not walk alone.

Thanks for sharing your heart--hope that you can find great joy this month! :)

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Lucy Anne

Tue, 12/20/2016 - 16:34

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I want to give you a little hug!

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson